Mary. He is so, ma'am, as happy as a king! Daisy—that's our cow, ma'am—has just given us a beautiful calf; we have fifty chickens, twenty geese, and a good old pony who carries our vegetables to the railroad station for the New York market. I thank God, and you who have been so good to us.
Mrs. L. Is big Peter industrious, and does he bring up Morris in the right way?
Mary. Oh! thank God again for all his mercies. I am not proud; but my boy is the best boy in the whole neighborhood, and so smart! he reads in the biggest books; he does the most terrible long sums, almost like a flash of lightning—his schoolmaster is astonished at his quickness; his head is just as full as it can hold of learning, and his heart is just as full of love for his father and mother. (She falters, and the tears rush into her eyes).
Mrs. L. (very kindly). I am delighted to hear this; he will always be a comfort to you if he is so good now. But here he comes—he looks distressed.
Scene XI.—Mrs. Langdon, Mary, Mr. Sherwood, and Morris.
Morris (crying and rubbing his eyes). Oh, dear!
Mary. What's the matter, my son? Have you had a tumble?
Morris. No, mother; never mind.
Mary. But tell me, what has happened?
Morris (trying to lead her away). Come, mother, let us go away.